Strike that iron on the flint strike (versione 2)

Intro

(Strike)

(Clack)

Iron on the flint

(Strike)

Verse 1

Scraped rim grinding on the curb at two

Half-stripped cable hanging black and blue

Cough up grit from the underpass breeze

Oil-slick puddle up around my knees

Split lip bleeding on a rusted fork

Concrete rattle in the way I talk

Clean doors lock when my shadow walks past

Heavy sole dragging on the gravel and glass

Zero on the gauge and the cold won't quit

Rotten teeth biting on a copper bit

Got a dull orange flash in a dead cul-de-sac

Broken rear window taped thick in the black

Let the sirens echo, let the guard dog bark

Never want the morning, gotta feed that spark

Chipped steel scraping on a raw stone edge

Dropping down heavy off the overpass ledge

Chorus

Strike that iron on the flint (strike)

Smoke in the alley where the daylight went (went)

Ugly on the gravel, yeah we run this tint (tint)

Never wash clean, leaving every dent (dent)

Strike that iron on the flint (strike)

Yellow teeth smiling when the road gets bent (bent)

Verse 2

Wet zip-tie holding up the front bumper

Rotten exhaust coughing like a heavy thumper

Six-inch scratch down the driver-side door

Mud from the ditch drying crust on the floor

Pretty folks park where the high beam glows

I take the ditch where the runoff flows

Tape on the wires and the sub shakes loose

Alternator screaming on a high-volt juice

Skin like sandpaper, knuckle like lead

Rolling with the damage while the town goes dead

Cold tube buzzing in the midnight rain

Rusted iron dragging on a chain-link fence

They want polish, they want clean

I want the slag and the smell of machine

Heavy boot stomp on the cellar grate

Eating cold salt off a tin-can plate

Chorus

Strike that iron on the flint (strike)

Smoke in the alley where the daylight went (went)

Ugly on the gravel, yeah we run this tint (tint)

Never wash clean, leaving every dent (dent)

Strike that iron on the flint (strike)

Yellow teeth smiling when the road gets bent (bent)

Bridge

No soft hands, no silk sheet

Nothing stays smooth when it hits this street

You want sleep? Go lock your doors

We take the night on the dirty floors

Sparks jump high in a pitch-black yard

Nothing in the chest ever beats this hard

Hold that blade to the curb tonight

We don't need the sun when the friction’s bright

Outro

(Strike)

Iron on the flint

(Strike)

Watch it catch

Cold spark falling on a black-dash latch

(Strike)

Leave the dent

Iron on the flint